Cosmic Americana legends One Eleven Heavy are back in Spain to make their fourth studio record and, while they’re here, they’re treating us to a handful of rare live dates with brand new material plus old favoites from their first three albums.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Expect stunning melodies and harmonies, heady Dead-esque jams, smart lyrics, and feel-good psychedelic rock and roll to the max.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With cartoon dreams of escaped criminal ciphers (\u201cTyrant King\u00bb), stoned musings on the history of coastal mountain roads (\u201cMichael Landon\u201d), rebound coke binge recollections (\u201cRizzo In The Wig\u00bb), and tales of sasquatches crossing the Alabama state line into Florida (\u201cBama Yeti\u201d), One Eleven Heavy’s third album, Poolside, reads at first glance like a road movie. Sort of, says the band.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00abIt’s not one of those brooding, scorched-desert paeans to one’s own masculinity, or whatever,\u00bb asserts co-founder, guitarist, and vocalist, Nick Mitchell Maiato. \u201cRather, we wanted to make a kind of gothic western album in the spirit of Richard Brautigan’s novel, The Hawkline Monster,\u00bb he continues. \u201cSo, it’s more picaresque romp than full-on journey to the center of the navel.\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On first listen, you may not perceive anything overtly \u201cgothic\u00bb or \u00abwestern\u00bb about Poolside. It’s an almost indecently joyful-sounding record that deepens the band’s connection to the cosmic American heritage that inspired them to form back in 2016. Read between the high-flying lines of jubilant guitar revelry, though, and you’ll find a wry sarcasm that cuts through the record j<\/p>\n\n\n\n